Very. [ A simple answer for a complicated question, one full of potential rabbit holes into which to fall. She doesn't answer this way on purpose, not entirely anyway, but she's busy both noting what he said and processing everything she's just received from him.
A man attacking him. That's the memory that crashes into her mind with all the subtlety of a brick through glass, shards of regret and exhaustion raining down around her. And grief, so much grief echoes in her mind, pinging off her own until they're indiscernible from each other.
But what really gets to her and has her shifting uncomfortably: the complete lack of another psyche settling into her mind. ]
I uh... I was a prisoner...
[ The words are distracted and for a moment her entire world tilts on end and she's not sure if she feels faint or like she's about to be sick. There's certainly no way she's able to keep all signs of distress out of her expression. ]
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A man attacking him. That's the memory that crashes into her mind with all the subtlety of a brick through glass, shards of regret and exhaustion raining down around her. And grief, so much grief echoes in her mind, pinging off her own until they're indiscernible from each other.
But what really gets to her and has her shifting uncomfortably: the complete lack of another psyche settling into her mind. ]
I uh... I was a prisoner...
[ The words are distracted and for a moment her entire world tilts on end and she's not sure if she feels faint or like she's about to be sick. There's certainly no way she's able to keep all signs of distress out of her expression. ]